The rain outside the window went "pitter-patter," hitting the windowpanes, sounding especially clear in the silent study.
Yan Chen's face was gloomy as he spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, "Have Old Chu from the Political Department... no, have Old Chu come over to inspect the traces. See if any fingerprints or other clues were left."
"Call Old Huang and ask him to bring you some Cataclysmic treasures to check for traces of Catastrophe Power."
"Yes," the person on the other end of the phone quickly responded to Yan Chen's words.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Chen took a deep breath and extinguished his cigarette fiercely on the desk! Then his tiger-like eyes calmly stared at Qiu Tu, as if pondering something.
Qiu Tu tried to appear as normal as possible, so his eyes conveyed innocence while looking at Yan Chen.
Yan Chen stared at Qiu Tu silently for a while, then he finally said somberly, "You heard the last two phone calls."
Qiu Tu gave a "hmm" in response.
